Friday, June 4
THat Glorious Feeling Of Being Hungover (Again)I ended my last post yesterday by saying that I was hunting for jobs in various bars across London. I can't remember (and am too lazy to check) if I mentioned that I'd been invited to an interview that very evening, at a tennis club tha is quite literally 2 minutes walk from my front door.
But yeah, I did have this interview to go to. I figured that I'd better look pretty smart for it, so I threw on a shirt and tie, along with my suit trousers and shiny black shoes. I was going to go the whole hog and wear the suit jacket too, but I don't like it. Plus, it was still really warm outside, so I didn't bother with it.
But, fuck me is that tennis club lavish! I didn't realise quite how big it was, but it has loads of courts in its grounds. The interior is also very plush and swish, with big comfy chairs around the tables, and the kind of huge plaques on the walls that you would expect to see in such a place.
Sorry, I'm struggling to write this. I'm very tired and uninspired, so I will leave this post as it is and write a proper one tomorrow. I'm tired because I was out last night. I will tell all tomorrow. Right now I'm not in the mood, and I'm writing terribly.